Best Gingerbread Poems

I received a beautiful Christmas gift the other day,
it was so quaint and pretty but ate it anyway,
was a gingerbread house with a gingerbread family,
consumed...

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POPPIES  &  MUSHROOMS 

I desire a beautiful sky.
One to inhale with my big brown eyes.
Fly like a kite, 
under the midday light.
Join me...

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Springtime dawns


Springtime dawns
just beyond
the screen door,
across the porch
Dew swept lawn,
emerald weave
shimmering moisture
collecting foot prints
strolling towards

an arched entryway
gingerbread trimmed,
covered in jasmine
alive with rainbow
flutters, prismatic
butterfly wings
partaking of
nature’s...

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For tinsel trees, lights so bright, and a man in red
who rides a sleigh led by deer – delivering things
to make kids smile; for candy...

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Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
  and like so many others from Yuletides past,
    I'm glad some things have remained...

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Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam
Where verdigris flames pirouette, in cerulean ballet's beam...
We gather close—a familial love—
In hallowed halls where chimes of crystal laughter, stream.
Amid the...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up...

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My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen,...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I...

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Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Their coat of autumn colours that ignite 
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red

A harvest to reap what is sown...

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I play with sorrow hide-and-seek
For love will hide and I am weak,
And when I locate the pot of gold
I find the rainbow has been sold.

I...

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Walking under overcast sky
I trod through drifted snow,
no longer bearing allegiance
to platitudes disguised as wisdom
spun in gingerbread houses of the holy, 
an asymmetrically challenged splinter...

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The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t...

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